” He was a young fellow with dark skin, and very muscular. His jet black hair was closely cropped and his dark brown eyes were mesmerizing. I imagin...ed him wrapping his muscular arms around me and pulling me in close. “I’m sorry,” he remarked, “but I need to turn on the sprinklers.” I smiled and backed my cart up slightly, to allow him to pass by me. “If you stay here,” he dutifully remarked, “You might get wet.” “I am already wet,” I replied. He didn’t seem to catch my innuendo. He stepped from. Whatever had been holding it in place was history. The sari started sliding to the ground.Bit of a disappointment. The choli still hid her body from the belly button up. A black sheer slip covered her body from the waist to her knees. Easy to fix. Sam grabbed the back of the slip and ripped it off. Nice. Her brown legs were in great shape – no flab. Her skin shone in the light of our lanterns. Black lacy panties still covered her ass and pussy. Her hands nervously tried to cover what they. I told Sam and Mary what happened during dinner that night. Sam said, "That sounds like a fitting end for him. He will probably die in prison, but he chose to do what led him to going back to prison."Getting my personal life in order had taken almost a full two years from the time Cathy died. During and after my two-year recovery period, Cathy, Sam, Mary, and I evaluated the Guidance Council's plans for the mission. We broke each of the generalized steps down to macro steps and then broke those. Then I caught him staring at me not concerning as he should be, but flustered I followed his eyes. My crotch, that’s were his eyes were on my cute little bunny knickers, my skirt had ridden up around my waste must have been from when I fell. Oh the shame, my cheeks were burning. He was coming over to help me when he tripped and landed on me, he just managed too brace his hands on both sides of me to stop from body slamming me. He was in a half kneeling half-straddling position above me, his.